Day 2: When It Rains, It Pours
On this day, we attempted to venture from Napoli to Positano, a small cliffside town on the Amalfi Coast. My brother recommend that we go here because he and his wife loved this place on their honeymoon.
Well, we started off by taking a ferry from Napoli to Sorrento, and then we got on a bus from Sorrento to Positano. The ferry was whatever, but the bus ride was chaotic as we were taken down windy, narrow, cliffside roads that were seemingly built for one lane yet were shared with oncoming traffic. I mean, it was a beautiful, scenic ride, sure, but we were crammed and standing in the aisle of the bus drenched in sweat with our overly-stuffed roller suitcases. That, and we feared for our lives as oncoming busses zoomed past with only inches between us and them.
But sure, shit was pretty. 😂
Hours into this escapade, I (Elyse) could sense a breakdown on the horizon. We had only one day in this picturesque place yet at this point, the task to get there took up 4+ hours of our second day. We hadn’t eaten since breakfast, the first bus we took apparently wasn’t close to our hostel (ew, yes, we booked a hostel for this last-minute plan), we got tricked into taking a 5-min / £30 LUXURY LIMO to this mf’in hostel, and we finally arrive only to find out that my dumbass “booked for two guests, but not two beds.” (?!?!?!?!?!?!?!)
That’s where my breakdown hit me like a ton of bricks, and Marshal, being the sweet baby angel he is, did his best to comfort me and hold it together for the both of us. He bought me some ice cream, but being the monster I am, I turned it down and needed time by myself to stew over the money and time lost (about £200 and 6 hours).
We eventually got back on the bus to catch a ferry from Sorrento back to Napoli, but just like a scene from a bad rom com, we were sold the tickets literally two minutes before the last ferry of the day pulled away from the dock. There we were, roller suitcases dragging behind us, sprinting toward the ferry as if we had a chance to do something right that day. Nope!
Thankfully, though, we didn’t get stuck in Sorrento, seeing there was a train that went from Sorrento to Napoli (the place we should have never left), then Napoli to Rome. On that 4 hour train ride to Rome, we booked the last last-minute AirBnB of our trip using a spotty cell connection and forced positivity. 🙃
That 4 hour train ride really forced me to think of the positives about this shit show of a day, and here’s what I came up with:
- We would be in Rome at the end of the night with a shower and clean place to sleep.
- We are still together.
- This nightmare would make for a good story.
Anyway, we were (sorta) laughing about the whole ordeal by the end of the day, but it wasn’t easy.
This wasn’t even in the thick of it! This was before the luxury limo and news of the hostel.
Marshal in his zen corner.
Early 2000s Emo Elyse really making a comeback. ^
I write this two days later and am happy to report that Rome has been amazing, and if I may say so myself, I’ve done an exceptional job of acting like none of the above happened. 😘